you're asleep in my room
my mom's making a boom
with her annoying laugh
that sounds like a calf
we're going to the peace rally
our names are not sally
and then to the dance
and there, we can prance!
Teenagers are so pathetic
Sad and falsely glum
Most of them will need a medic
To keep them going numb
They write depressing poetry
That none deserve to read
And wear their clothing showily
Their cars are fully keyed
How sad that I am one of them
But I embrace my age
And luckily, I'm not a shem*
Now kindly turn the page!
*a shem is a she/him
i have a friend, she's quite a said creature
she was in love with a certain teacher
she felt quite ill cause their love could not be
and then in the end...well, just wait and see.
well, this girl, she hated her boyfriend so < not true, thank
she had to escape him, that she did know you very much!
so, my dear friend (her name is hailey) -tuesday
pursued her love with the said mr staley
so, one day during class, she sighed
she could not keep her love inside
she didn't know why, but he made her heart dance
particularly in his short green pants
she couldn't resist him, it was, she did say
because he was wearing those pants today
after class, she'd do something
he'd love her, too, and their hearts would sing
but then, the more she thought and thought
she didn't like the things he'd taught
and their ages were a problem too
she realized that this indeed was true
she so no out, so after art
she wrote a little note with hearts
"i know that when i'm gone you'll see
that you loved me too, mr staley!"
now i will end this poem here,
i don't want you to die, my dear
and plus, it's gone on for an hour
and i have to go and take a shower!
